Benny On Board 1972 Poem by Terry Collett

Abela and I
took a boat trip
to the other island
this morning.

The sea was rough
and a few
of the people aboard
were puking
and the bogs were full
of vomit.

We were ok and sat
and thought
of the concert
the other night
by the string quartet
or last night
after leaving the bar
we made a big thing
of getting ready for bed
and had sex games
before sex.

It was like the build up
to the star act
she taking off
most of her clothes
I watched
then I undressed
real slow.

Then she put
the radio on low
(some classical work)
and we began
the sex games.

After the build up
we kissed and got
into bed just as
Mahler's 5th began
on the radio
we made out.

The sea was rough
people puking
the sun a dull grey
the island in the distance
she beside me
on the rough
rolling sea.